The camels that travel across the beautiful amber-coloured sugar Hummed to themselves a wonderful song that they memorised somewhere "Our lives only exist because of someone's dreams Please [God], let us sing and dance to our heart's content until this dream ends"
(Until it's over...it's over...the wanderings; or fancies; or illusions or fair hands. Free dance!)
Upon the moonlit sands that the camels dance upon, their dancing shadows pull you in So brace yourself to dance along to those retort steps on this night With the starry sky and the desert as the dance hall
It's a topic of gossip during each of these dazzling days that pass by That there seems to be some kind of secret about this country...
(Secret...secret, secret, it's secret...I won't tell, about it...what they want; Hustle!)
The only ones who know of this secret are the camels themselves "I can't tell you; that's the rule around here; Rather than worrying about that, tonight's going to be wonderful" With the starry sky and the desert as the dance hall
(Secret...secret, secret, it's secret...I won't tell, about it...what they want; Hustle!)
"Because there are as many dreams as there are stars; This world is one of those dreams That's right, we're just the extras in this dream, and soon, as is our fate We'll disappear"
The story of a child who plays alone in a sand pit During the dazzling days and the starry nights that go on and on The camels that travel across the beautiful amber-coloured sugar And the bustling shadows of the people who go to and fro between the streets and the market place The story of a child who plays alone in a sand pit